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Argyll

Basil’s Got a Brand-New Friend

His name is Argyll, and he’s an H6R Brompton.

Here he is, in the late afternoon, with Basil’s Mini-O bag on his luggage block.  (He’ll have one of his own soon enough, I expect).

Back in December, Dr. Diarist and I took a whirlwind trip to New York, and stopped in at NYCeWheels so that poor Dr. D, who had been chained to his desk just about 24/7 for the previous year,  could test ride a couple of Bromptons.

Yes, sad though it may seem, Dr. Diarist has never ridden Basil.  There was never a good moment, and, at this point, Basil is so completely identified with me (and his fittings scaled to me) that it was just never going to happen.  Happily, NYCeWheels always has a stable of Bs on hand for any similar situations.

That’s Dr. D above, on an M3R. He was dubious at first, and I briefly wondered if I’d been mistaken about how right a Brompton would be for him.

Then he tried an S type — he rides a mountain bike, and thought the straight bars might work for him — though he was pretty sure that he’d want to travel with a T bag, which the S type does not accommodate.  But the S set-up wasn’t right for him.

The he tried this M6R, and it was just right.  Dr. Diarist came back from this trial run grinning.  He loved the 6 speed gearing, and said that he couldn’t understand why anyone would settle for the three-speed hub when they could have the six.

In no time at all, we’d ordered his Brompton-to-be.  Argyll’s color scheme  — racing green frame, sage green extremities — had been previously debated, and then clinched when we saw a photo of a the same scheme on someone else’s B.

When it came time to pick up Argyll, we  had thought that we were on a tight schedule between trips, so Dr. Diarist made a quick one-day turn-around trip to New York to pick up Argyll.  Unfortunately, the only available time slot turned out to be another Snowmageddon day.

He and Argyll fought their way back to Penn Station, and then homeward through a paralyzed NYC and some pretty serious snow at home, too.

As it turned out, the expected upcoming trip was cancelled, so that unseemly haste turned out to be unnecessary.  We were just as happy to have Argyll home, but as a result of the rather sketchy adventures on the day in question we don’t have any good pictures of Argyll’s arrival. We did manage the above shot of how he looked right after he got here.  Immediately after, though, everyone was busy brushing snow off both Argyll and Dr. Diarist.

Here he is, later, a lot less snowy. And drier.

One of the coat closets has now been appropriated as a full-on Brompton Garage.  Basil and Argyll fit quite nicely, along with cycling garments, helmets, and the expanding collection of Brompton bags (which are above, on a high, dark, shelf).

Argyll arrived nearly a month earlier than expected (!), which meant that his own saddle bag is still in the works.  The fit in the garage will be a little chummier once he’s wearing his, but I don’t think either one of them will mind.

Indoors or out, two Bromptons make a very compact package.  None of us are really cycling yet — un-iced and un-snowy blacktop is quite the rarity around here these days — but all four of us are ready to go.  It’s already pretty cool to be a two Brompton family.

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Gear

Fit Desk Assembly

(This is a pick-up post, written long ago, and now published as part of the process of getting back on track here . . . in a bit, I’ll write about how well the Fit Desk worked for us.  In the meantime, this is how it arrived.)

A Fit Desk is what I’m using to “cycle” during the time I’m not able to ride my Brompton outside.  Here’s how I put it together after it was shipped to us.

It arrived in a long, skinny box. The poly straps had cut through the cardboard in several places, which was worrisome, but there didn’t appear to be any damage to anything inside.

I forgot to take a photo before I’d partially unpacked; by the time I remembered, the Fit Desk looked surprisingly like a preying mantis when lying in the partially-unpacked carton.

Along with the more obvious stuff, there was a large bag of hardware; these tools were included in the kit. These three items are truly all you need to do the job, but the process is enhanced if you use a socket wrench.

The basic frame is already assembled; the first step (after putting something down to protect the floor) is to add the stabilizers to the chassis.  They are the crossbars that hold the device upright, and keep it that way while in use.

All of the nuts and bolts in the chassis and cross bars are already set into their appropriate spots — a huge time and confusion saver.  There aren’t any IKEA-like bags of hardware to sort out here, and the main frame comes completely assembled, too, so there’s no guesswork about how things go together — and no lengthy set-up time, either.


It was love at first sight as far as our buff Maine Coon was concerned.  Assembly was so simple, though, that Maine Coon assistance was no problem.

The pedals bolt on easily, and the adjustable straps snap into place.

Then the seat just slips into the frame.

The “desk” bit also just pops into the frame, and then the arm support attachment is bolted onto the underside.  Adjusting the arm support was the only tricky part; notches in the side bars are used to adjust the position.  The notches look fairly primitive; I wondered if they’d prove sturdy, or be responsive to tightening.  No worries, though, it all worked out fine.

The last step is attaching the meter.  This is the only cheesy-looking bit; it’s plastic and looks as if it would be fragile, though it doesn’t seem to be.  It just lacks the same sturdy, well-thought-out look of the rest of the device.

Unpacking and assembly took about 45 minutes (!) and was incredibly simple. Heartening, too — the Fit Desk people really thought about what this experience was going to be like for the consumer and made putting it together as quick and as easy as possible.

The room ours is in is too small so show the Fit Desk fully set-up, so here’s an official Fit Desk photo showing what it looks like fully assembled (and yes, mine looks exactly like this):

Well, not exactly.  The Fit Desk comes with an exercise band, and there are hooks beneath the seat to store them; the idea is that you can work your arms while cycling.  This didn’t work for me — the bands pull right up against my hips, which is uncomfortable and irritating, so we don’t keep them on the Fit Desk, though you can see how it’s done in this photo.

A huge selling point for the Fit Desk is that it folds for storage, so I was pleased to see that the fold knob is easy to reach and use, though does take a bit of practice to learn to do it smoothly.  Also, it’s important to remember that you can only grab the unit by seat and handlebar when folding and moving it. (Physics, you know).

When folded, the Fit Desk is surprisingly compact, and rollers on one of the stabilizer bars make moving it pretty easy. Here is the device in a tight corner between two bookcases:

Two pieces of hardware were missing during assembly: one of the two screws for attaching the meter, and one washer. I pulled workable substitutes from my toolbox.

Several people had mentioned in reviews that they had found missing screws or washers in the seams of the box. Sure enough, when I finally broke it down, the missing screw fell out. The washer never showed up, though.

The verdict so far:  The Fit Desk looks great; the packaging could use some work. Also, according to this Maine Coon, whatever was out-gassing from the rubberish bits was better than high grade catnip.

It’s a bonus. (Humans, even the one with the very sensitive nose, were unable to detect any odour after the first hour.)

The butterscotch cat

and the other Maine Coon

preferred the box.

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Miscellaneous

We’re Back! (Well, Almost)

At least, Basil’s blog is back . . . although  it will still be a short while before Basil makes his usual, regular, appearance here.  I’ve got wings on my cycling shoes to celebrate, even if there’s still precious little actual cycling happening:

In the meantime, I’ll be doing some catch-up posting.   A lot has happened in the past few months.  Among other things, Mr. Diarist has become Dr. Diarist, and someone new has joined the family:

But that’s all I’m saying for now.  Next up is the FitDesk assembly I should have posted months and months ago, and then it’s onward ho!

(The goofy wings?  They’re Shwings.  I found them at the Strong — “the national museum of play” — in Rochester, New York.  After months and months of no cycling, wings on my feet seemed just about right.)

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Uncategorized

A Sad Loss

NYCeWheels’ Peter Yuskauskas has confirmed the death of Bert Cebular, owner of the well-known, and famously Brompton-oriented, bike shop on New York City’s Upper East Side.  A memorial service was scheduled for this afternoon.

Peter has invited cyclists to join in a memorial bike ride tomorrow, Saturday, December 14. According to Peter’s email, the group will meet in the courtyard at Carl Shulz Park at 86th and East End Avenue at 11 AM.

Peter asks that everyone bring his or her own bike, or  ask a friend for a loaner, if possible, but email Peter at peter [at] nycewheels.com if you need to borrow a bike, and then plan to meet at the shop at 10 AM (1603 York Avenue between 84th and 85th — just a couple of blocks from the park) to pick up a loaner.

I collected my Brompton, Basil, from NYCeWheels a little over a year ago, and have valued my experiences there.  Over that time it was my pleasure to speak with Bert on several occasions, once when he took notice of Basil’s unusual S flap.

Bert ran a fantastically busy and well-stocked shop, and, though often-harried, Bert and his staff always amazed me by their helpful and friendly responses to enquiries of all sorts — and their knowledge of their stock, particularly those wonderful Bromptons.  I hope NYCeWheels continues to flourish as a part of Bert’s legacy.

I’m still on medical hiatus, but if I were able, I’d be on a train early tomorrow, and Basil and I would be riding to say farewell — and thanks — to Bert.  I hope all who can will brave the cold and say farewell to the man who became, through his shop, his fantastic videos, and those marvelous Brompton bike tours, the face of Brompton in New York City.

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Miscellaneous

A Temporary Hiatus

The Brompton Diaries is going on break for a bit. Don’t worry; Brommie is all right, and so, for that matter, is Basil. We’re just finding that a little downtime is required as we get things back on track after our unexpectedly challenging summer.

In the meantime, we will will miss all of you, especially those of you who so wonderfully contribute to our lively comments section.   We will be back as soon as possible. (Brommie will not be able to respond to email or comments for approximately two weeks, but should be back at the keyboard, and able to respond at that point, even if posting has not resumed.)

Happy cycling to everyone, readers and commenters alike!

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Missing Basil

First Trip (In Practically Forever!)

As a result of the meds I took this summer during a prolonged medical problem, I have had to avoid crowds and stay well clear of anyone obviously ill.  I’m finally getting close enough to the end of that period that I’m beginning to venture out a little bit, albeit carefully.

My first venture into the world, post-issues, was on a train. By choosing my hours carefully, I was able to ride in essentially empty cars, and also explore a little bit, off-train, when there were relatively few people around.  (I do carry anti-viral masks in case I find myself in a situation I can’t readily leave. Also, portable anti-bacterial alcohol for hands is my new best friend.)

SEPTA’s newest train  cars have lovely large windows at the front of each carriage; as a result, the view from the very first car is a train-lover’s dream.  (Though perhaps it’s some people’s nightmare!)  The engineer sits in a cab across the aisle; unlike the one in front of me, that window has a wiper blade, I was pleased to note.

 

A gentle rain gave a pointillist touch to the scenery, which I rather liked.

I discovered that I was riding in a Hyundai; it seems that SEPTA’s new train carriages were made by the Korean car company; nice job, I have to say.  When Hyundai automobiles first hit North American shores, they had a terrible reputation for reliability, which has largely changed since.  These are quite nice  train cars, though hardly traditional; I’m hoping they prove to be as sturdy and well-built over time as the automobiles have done.

I haven’t traveled anywhere for three months, a most unusual state of affairs for me, and I  have rarely been on a train without Basil, my Brompton, since he first arrived.  Taking a rail trip without Basil felt most peculiar — as if something were missing. Which it was, of course.

But this wasn’t missing something of the handbag sort, or a misplaced magazine, a hat, or gloves.  I felt a bit empty, actually, and no wonder: Basil has been my constant travel companion, and such a satisfying one, that I’ve nearly forgotten what it felt like to travel without him. I missed his company, and the certain knowledge that we were on our way to yet another adventure, together.

When changing trains, then,  I was  especially delighted to spot one of Basil’s kin. You’ll have to take my word for it that this bicycle really is a Brompton, since I wasn’t quick enough to snap the distinctive Brompton profile before the cyclist unfolded and rode off.  (Gotta love that speedy Brompton fold/unfold!)  It was an  S-type, and, if I remember correctly, black.  In any case, a lovely, sleek, creature!  I admit that the sight made my heart sing, just a little bit.

On the other hand, I felt a pang when passing beneath this bridge; I’m quite sure that Basil and I have ridden over it, more than once.  Thanks to my general geographic incompetence, though, I can’t be sure exactly where it is, other than “near (or in?) Philadelphia”.

While passing the Merion station, I saw this roof ornamentation up close for the first time.  I’d always though they were fleur-de-lis, but these are bifoil, not trefoil.  They are angled in ranks of three across the lower edge of the station roof.  Are they purely decorative?  Or perhaps some kind of snow guard?  Merion station is a designated historic building (built in 1914, restored in 2007);  maybe these small devices are just a bit of historical whimsy.

Owing to the vagaries of the SEPTA schedule, I changed trains at Narberth, and was fascinated to see the ranks of bicycles waiting at the station.  Ridership seems to have exploded through this region in the last few years.  I’m still not used to thinking of this area as one where people ride much; that may have to change.

I was lucky enough to end up in yet another Hyundai carriage on the next train.  The sun was fully out by this time, and the view from the front seat clear and beautiful.

I reflexively took this shot of an Amtrak train going other direction.  I wonder why it’s so thrilling to see a train passing?  Is this the legacy of lifetime  loving model trains?  (Those miniature landscapes are so thrilling and busy when there are trains continually passing!)  Or is it just that the notion of trains crossing speaks to a love of wanderlust?

Though I’m also thrilled with metal bridges, and/or any arched bridge.  Wonder why that is?  This one looks too low for a train to pass under, but that’s an illusion, of course.  (This may be why some travelers really don’t want to be in that first carriage!)

I’ll be traveling a lot without Basil in the next few months, but he won’t be far from my thoughts.  As I’m able to venture further afield, I’ll be roaming with an eye to explorations I may be able to have with him once I’m able to ride again.  I’ll be asking myself where he and I might be able to go by train as the prelude to cycling adventures next spring.

That’s not the same as traveling with Basil, but this approach does look forward to our future together, so I’m going with it.  Neither Basil nor I want to end up on a couch watching telly together, so one of us had better be out there making plans!

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Events

Do You Coffeeneur?

MG, of chasing mailboxes d. c., is the creator of a new cycling sport called “Coffeeneuring”.   There are rules — and technically speaking, there are winners — but it’s really just for fun.

This year’s rules accommodate the unusual situation on MG’s home turf, where clowns reign and there’s a consequent government shutdown.  You can read all about them — the rules, not the clowns — here.  The idea is to cycle for coffee, or a different hot  beverage, to seven different coffee shops, over the course of seven weeks. (Two qualifying trips allowed per week.) This is a weekend endeavour, but loopholes exist, for specific circumstances.

This is the third year for Coffeeneuring; Basil and I haven’t done this particular challenge, but MG also devised the spring Errandonnee, in which Basil and I enthusiastically participated last March, and which is recorded here and here.  We rode at night for the first time ever as a result of the Errandonnee; who knows how you’ll be challenged?

* Edited, per MG’s comment, for clarity. It’s not too late to start!

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My Brompton

Basil’s First Anniversary

One year ago today, Basil was delivered into my awed arms under the aegis  of NYCeWheels.  This is the first picture I ever took of him:

I was thrilled and terrified in equal measures:  Basil was beautiful and beautifully-engineered. Would I ever be worthy of such a marvelously-designed creature?

I’d spent the months waiting for his arrival by feathering his nest; that’s a custom flap on his S bag, one of many bags or luggage modifications I’ d made as I waited for his arrival, and after.

Below is the second photo, taken once I realized that a face-forward picture was all well and good, but didn’t really feature Basil’s Brompton-ness at all adequately.  Lost in admiration — how was it that he was even more marvelous in actuality than in imagination? — I still hadn’t ridden him.

We didn’t know each other yet — all of that was still ahead of us.  These photos still evoke the those first, tentative moments, as we began to take each other’s measure.

This first year didn’t end as I expected it would.  Between October 4, 2012 and  late June, 2013, Basil and I logged well over 1100 miles/770 km in what turned out to be just about eight months of cycling.  (Not too  bad tally for a brand-new Brompton, and a human who hadn’t ridden on two wheels in decades!  But still . . . )

Then I had a small surgery on my leg which turned into a nearly three-month-long medical debacle, followed by a dreadfully long ban on cycling. Basil and I won’t ride together again until next spring — a fact that gives me considerable pain when I allow myself to consider it.

Here he is today, one year later; it was wonderful taking Basil out today for his anniversary portrait.  Pumping his tires felt so right — just as if I’d done it only last week. Every time I see him, I still pause in wonder, just as I did on that first day.

I don’t still don’t know the answer to question:  Am I worthy?  But Basil and I have had a wonderful history together, and we have a fine future ahead of us.  Early next spring, we’ll get about the business of finishing that first year.  I can’t wait.

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Brompton-Spotting

In The (best kind of) Pink

Brompton Sleuth Saul spied this Brompton cyclist at the entrance of Schuylkill Banks Park:

Pretty in pink?  Oh, yeah — but look at those pinks!  Personally, I love the way bright, dark pink has become a color of strength, and is no longer strictly the province of vapid princesses. (I’ve seen this shade lately,  more than once, worn by athletic types of the assertively male persuasion, hurrah!)

Forget the princess racket:  How fantastic to be out on a gorgeous hot-pink-and-black Brompton on a beautiful day — and color-coordinated (cyclist and cycle)  in the best sportif style, right down to riding shorts!

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Gear

An Indoor Cycling Solution

Barred from cycling outdoors for six months, I was faced with the problem of what to do about exercising.  A gym is not the answer; I won’t go, and stationary spinning in a room filled with television screens is not my idea of  . . . well, anything good.

What I needed was something small, sturdy, and serious enough to keep my legs from losing every bit of the muscle Basil’s helped to build over the eight months I’ve loved riding him.  This is what I found:  A FitDesk.  I read every review I could, everywhere I could, determined that this baby would work for someone my size, and took the plunge.

The theoretical idea is that you can compute and slip in some physical activity at the same time.  That’s an interesting concept, and it may even work for some people, but it was difficult to see how it would work for me.  However, I was able to imagine using this desk in combination with my tablet to alleviate the boredom of cycling indoors.

The real appeal, though, is the Fit Desk’s small footprint, its portability,  and the positive reviews. (Combined with a certain amount of desperation on this front, of course!)

It has arrived, and we’ll see how it works.  Coming up in a future post:  The assembly process and first use.